I took another bite of pasta, chewing slowly as I watched her. She wasn't upset, just confident and patient, like she knew the temptation would wear me down eventually. The room smelled of garlic and sauce, the TV murmured softly in the background, and Olivia sat there looking like sin, thick thighs crossed, breasts straining against the fabric, that knowing smile still playing on her lips.
We finished the full plate of pasta, Maya had poured so much love into it that every bite tasted rich and comforting, the sauce thick with garlic and herbs. I set the empty plate aside on the small table near the bed, tossing the used forks on top and crumpling the napkins into the dustbin. We were both full now, stomachs satisfied, the earlier hunger replaced by a warm, heavy contentment.
With my stomach no longer growling, my mind cleared a little. I could finally focus properly on how insanely hot Olivia looked, just lying there in the dim room light.
